Directory of Lost Causes (By Quentin S. Crisp)

So Goodbye...

Well, the front page of The Independent today features a story telling us that Global Warming is past the point of no return. I suppose that's it, then.

We are officially fucked.



There is really no point in ever doing or saying anything ever again. We will, of course, because, unfortunately, we don't have the option of 'waking up dead'.

There's nothing we can do. Will the fact that The Independent runs this story change anything? No. Why? Because it's already too late and because human beings are incapable of change. There are even people protesting about the price of oil, for god's sake, campaigning for their right to destory the planet more cheaply and quickly.

We should at least do the decent thing and just stop having children.

Well, I'd just like to take this opportunity to say goodbye, not because I don't think I'll see or talk to you again, but because none of us are going to say or do a single thing of any significance before the end, anyway, so I might as well say goodbye now. I can't say it's been great, but... well, that's it, actually.

We are already dead.

The Coming of the Chimera

I have just received word that the second Chimeraworld anthology is available now, and will also appear on Amazon in five weeks.

Of the twenty three stories included, there is one of mine, by the title of 'Asking For It'.

The anthology is on sale here.



Now read the blurb:

Still reeling from the nightmare excesses of CHIMERAWORLD #1? Relax a while and enjoy the ambient tones of sadness, depression, degradation and utter hopelessness of CHIMERAWORLD #2. A perfect paperback anti-dote to that brain battering bitch, the pure power-chords of deep, deep despondency.

Those were the rather vague (and purposefully so) guidelines to this title. The idea was not to set a theme but to set a tone, a palette, an atmosphere. I received nearly 100 submissions this year – more than twice last year’s. And the final 23, I hope you’ll agree with me, are some of the most seriously despondent stories ever assembled together into one gloomy collection.

Get your box of razor blades ready ‘cos here we go.

Mike Philbin, editor

Look at those cavemen go!

I'm afraid I have a depressing amount of work to do at the moment, and hence I have no idea when I will be able to post anything substantial here again. In the meantime, I shall snatch these spare minutes to outline my plan to PUT AN END TO ALL WAR. I present that plan very simply in the form of a short film, which can be viewed here.

Rainfall

As Bart Simpson might say, the ironing is delicious!



Just as I was complaining about self-promotion I learn that the website of my publisher is now online and ready for public access, and I find that I must reveal myself for the charlatan I am by promoting myself though it.

Follow this link to the site of the publisher responsible for bringing you Rule Dementia!